After meeting Yuchi Li and Wen Liming and asking about the escort agency, Feng Qingcheng then left the two and returned to the Qin Palace.

Compared with the low-key and tolerant Qin Palace, which was now under the radar of the door, it is now solemn and rigorous.

When Feng Qingcheng saw Mu Chenxiao standing at the door of the palace with a smile, his heart inexplicably ached.

He was like a husband whose wife returned home a long time later, waiting for her return, but his father's warning made her feel a strange feeling of care.

Mu Chenxiao noticed the shock and fear deep in her eyes, but he kept holding her hand and walked into the mansion calmly.

"But what happened?"

Feng Qingcheng's hand trembled slightly, and he raised his head and met his eyes: "Do you still remember what the national master once said?"

"He said so much, how do I know which sentence it is?" Mu Chenxiao smiled carelessly: "Lunch is ready, let's have a chat while eating..."

"Wait a minute, I have something to look at first."

...

When the red sandalwood box was placed in front of Mu Chenxiao, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and his eyes locked in the picture.

"Isn't this an ancient tribe's pattern? How come you have this thing..."

Feng Qingcheng carefully spread the paper in front of him, lowered his eyes and said, "Can you guess what it is written on it?"

Mu Chenxiao played with the jade ring and said carelessly: "How could I know..."

"It was my father's letter to me..."

Mu Chenxiao's movements suddenly stopped and looked at her in extreme surprise: "Your father? Feng Chongtian?"

He looked at the words in front of him in disbelief, and his lips trembled slightly: "Are you saying... your father wrote you a letter in ancient Chinese?"

"right."

"Your father actually knows the ancient clan's writing?"

Feng Qingcheng pinched the fingerless fingers quietly, lowered his eyes and put them on his thumb, "Don't you understand yet? My father... may be from the ancient clan..."

"How is that possible?" Mu Chenxiao's lips trembled again: "The ancient tribe has disappeared for so long... Or it's just that your father knows the ancient tribe's words just like you..."

"Don't you understand?" Feng Qingcheng suddenly stood up, and the ring in his hand slapped on the table with a "slap": "I didn't learn ancient characters the day after tomorrow. It's an innate talent. When I saw them, I knew them at the first sight. They were like inheritance, deeply engraved in the depths of my heart."

A faint sense of sadness flashed deep in her eyes, and she looked at Mu Chenxiao helplessly: "Didn't you always suspect that my disappearance is related to the ancient clan? Now it's understandable what's going on... It's because I'm a descendant of the ancient clan."

"Even if you are a descendant of the ancient clan, why didn't they come to you sooner or later, but they suddenly appeared after all this happened? Can't they see you in the years when you were abused by the Su family? Why did they suddenly appear and kidnap you after you suddenly appeared?"
Chapter completed!